A tristeza ama a solidão, quando triste é sábio
agonia é tortura.
A tristeza, se reprimida, enlouquece e, louca,
Time, wise sir, teaches that expressing
pain relieves pain.
Sadness loves solitude, when sad it is wise
not hiding the sadness.
I don't walk against the current, the heart is a house of
mystery and mysteries feed on illusions.
Deceiving the spirit by pretending not to notice its
agony is torture.
Sadness, if repressed, drives one mad and, mad,
awakens the evils.
I never remain silent in the face of suffering, I cry,
I avoid madness.
I speak of my sorrows without fear that they
take me for weak.
I speak openly about my frustrations.
I am not one to listen to "opinions" that suppress
the tears, which make me seem defeated.
Time, master, wise lover, I know that you have already
you have lived through various situations.
You lived the beloved loves, and you calmed the anguished hearts.
anguished hearts.
I speak of the longings that, here and there, lash my
my heart.
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